Mom Paid Their Bills, I Ended the Handouts
Heating starts on the 15th, so I give my mom the money to pay the heating bill two days in advance and ask her to pay it for me.
But a week passes, and it still feels like an icehouse in my apartment.
I am on the phone complaining to my younger brother's wife, Selena Lyons, who lives upstairs. "You are right not to pay the heating fee. I paid, and it made no difference. We're freezing to death here."
From the other end of the call, I faintly hear my nephew shouting, "Mom, it's so hot! I want a popsicle!"